Welcome to the fragile world made up using just 26 letters and live pictures arranged and rearranged again and again to form tales and imaginings which, if you let them, will dazzle your senses, haunt your imagination and move you to the very depths of your soul.
Go far away, ye forsaken hours,
Nor do I need thy cares, o world,
Sun and season, set me free,
I have frolic love in my midst,
and that's enough for the whilst.
All over and around in my voyage,
Have I countered a hundred maidens
But ye, on knowing, I rest my feet.
Charming to folks, bathed in moon,
yet thou are robed with eternal grace.
Weaving tales, thine eyes enchant me
And voice, fairer than countless fairies,
My heart arrests at thy furtive glances.
I speak true, that from thereafter,
I have become ye, in thought and soul.
Travel posts are all essentially the same, describing about a place or a journey. This is my first hand account of my one-day trip to Neelkantheswar, about 40 kms from Pune.
"Pratik, I don't like it when the roads and surroundings are empty. I feel afraid.." "Oho.. Don't worry. I am sure of the road. There's no hiccup."
We drove ahead on the road, dead straight. After a few minutes, settlements ceased to exist. There were dry fields, green fields, trees and the road. There were small hill-tops here and there. Going towards Singhad Fort, a river came our way. I had read somewhere that there was a road but it was not to be found.
"What? I had told you to check all the details before starting. How can you be so selfish?" By selfish my co-traveler meant adventurish. She was not game to adventures, not at all. "Oho I didn't know baba, let's see.."
We saw a couple of people who crossed the river on a small boat. I guessed that's it n…
Before going through this article, please note that I am neither the family man kind of person, nor the greedy Uncle Scruz kind of man. I am fairly different, from exploring places to reading novels to watching contemporaries to spending time alone. I do what I like and mind it, it has got to do nothing with those “You surely disrespect your parents and elders” and “You don’t know about the real world, son” type stereotype statements. That’s why, please don’t flinch on reading this and start with usual monotones like”He is selfish” or “At present he is blinded”. I only thought this (blogging) as the best option to pour my shit out. Indian weddings, mostly arranged marriages, are known for their grandeur and elaborate nature. Pre-wedding rituals begin days before the wedding date with Roka or formal commitment of both the families towards marriage. It is followed by Sagaai (engagement), Haldi, Mehndi, Sangeet and several such customs varying from families to families. Wait, did I leave o…